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A bubble.
That's where I want to hide myself.
That's where I want to stay, away from the world.
Immune to the outside, just in my little corner.

It is. I want to hide. Hide from Love.
I just don't want to get hurt.

I want to be immune of feeling.
Insensitive.
I want to be insensitive.
Able to live my day to day life without suffering,
With no pain, no love or no hate.
Without. Without loving.

Everything is so...
So rough.
I want everything around me be insignificant,
to me;
With no great expectations of the world.
Without thinking.
Without having to think.
How I wished I could just snap my fingers
And everything would by as I please.
 Feb 2014 Patricia Tsouros
R
i think the moment that you
realize that an exacto knife is
just used for art is a beautiful
thought that should be
never forgotten.
i picked up the instrument that i used to use on every few days to now barely ever. i plan on trying to never use it again unless for art purposes. i want to express myself through my words, actions, and artwork. not through the blood that drips down my wrist. i want to thank all of HP for being there for me through everything. you all mean so much to me, keep writing, its a beautiful gift that you all have, keep it! x
His eyes rivet on the extravagant evening sun,
in frenzied creation, profusely mixing colors,
applying on the canvas of the horizon,
painting her, his lover with astonishing precision,
--portrait of a girl in love
unmindful of what the world thinks about her
and in  total dedication to her man.
Love makes larger than life heroes out of weak mortals,
and creates echoes on the far horizons that keep on reverberating!

She sits quietly holding his hands as if it is all she needs
never thinking, it is obvious, whether this is a fallacy or ultimate truth,
that holds good for all the changing seasons.
With her long chiseled fingers she draws
something beautiful, a motif that emerged in her mind,
in front of them, the seascape, was a lively cyclorama
framed by bright ultramarine.
Like eels just out of water,  their bodies gleaming,
bikini clad glam girls, beach soldiers spearheading
an undeclared beauty attack,
on the look out for hidden challenges
while walking past the love pair,
each one stands awhile, scrutinizing her thoroughly
measuring with a scale, hidden in those eyes,
as if she was a **** on parade, even women couldn't help covet.
Though inappropriately dressed, for the beachfront appearance,
she invites more attention,  she is amused.
But after a tumultuous love, and eventful elopement
she is in bliss,  in her love-land with her prince
she is just ecstatic, no thought could  make her shake off her composure.
 Feb 2014 Patricia Tsouros
Raven
Lock me in again
So overprotective
Not like I have anymore problems do deal with
I've done things you said not to do
Hurting inside but you never have a **** clue
Your own daughter washed out in the ocean blue
Let me go my own way
I don't want to stay
You're keeping me from figuring life out
My unsteady feet are still nailed to the ground
But it's not only you two
It's everyone else
The boys, the girls, and the people I once felt
a love towards, a longing for
Stopping me from letting go
Finding a place I can call my home
Always in the way
Slowing down my pace
I'm just stuck in a mess
That you all started
Just sitting there,
Staring
Eyes full of pain and sorrow,
but feeling nothing.
All the pain and suffering
has taken every good thing from her.
Her smile, her laugh,
The way she used to love life, Gone.
With now feeling nothing, But the emptiness that was left with her.

-Cassidy Rae
Just go away somewhere and
Bury yourself in dirt,
Think a little, of the hurt
You have caused.
The audacity you displayed in reestablishing contact
And the arrogance with which you then dropped us both
Knowing you could have us back.
You are a contemptible pile of worthless ****
And I am glad I can finally see you for what you are
I am tempted to drop a bomb into your cosy little world
But she doesn't deserve that.
She'll learn, eventually,
I won't tell her
I have more important things to do.
I am a little angry....
A World in which free Thought is demonized
is a World seized by Demons

A World in which free Worship is demonized
is a World bereft of Sanctity

A World in which division of the One is glorified
is a World hopelessly mislead

A World which glorifies demonetization
is a World within the dominion of Hell

A World with such abidance towards Evil
may as well, itself, be Evil
but, ultimately, what is Evil
but knowing misuse of potential?

Energy is all that is.
Matter is but crystalline Energy
(and people say Science isn't mystical)

God, Tao, Zen, Allah, YHWH,
Brahman, Zeus, Jupiter, Ammon,
Mars, Ares, Týr, Horus, Kali, Mixcoatl,
Aphrodite, Athena, Venus, Minerva,
Isis, Ceres, Demeter, Freyr;

whatever you want to call
the ineffable Energies
is just fine by me,
but I maintain
the only Evil
is the intent
to misuse
that Cosmic Energy,
whence all was given rise,
and thereto all shall return,
for, truly, it never left
that Divine state;
that supple,
ephemeral,
dreamlike
Being-ness.

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Carpe diem.
Seize the day.
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